Welcome to Lady Callyra's Phantasmagoria

"I believe there's a place where the restless souls wander
Burdened by the weight of their own sadness
They cannot enter Heaven
And so they wait trapped between our world and the next
Endlessly searching for a way to rid themselves of their pain
In the hope that somehow, someday
They will be reunited with the ones they love
If two people really love each other
Nothing can keep them apart
Nothing..."
Quote from "The Crow"

Life is just a dream on the way to death

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone
Silence the piano's and with muffled drum
Bring on the coffin, let the mourners come

Let the aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead
Put crepe bows around the white necks of the public doves
Let traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week, my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song
I thought love would last forever; I was wrong

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood
For nothing now can ever come to any good

W. H. Auden

The Elysian Fields

The love that I lost
has left me here heal
he's gone to a better place
they call, the Elysian fields
He's walking through a meadow filled with happy souls
Where time has no measure
of ever getting old
Don't give up on love just because you've lost
that someone waits on the other side
of a bridge that must be crossed
Love has more power
than any living thing
his words are the fruit of strength
on a vine to which I cling
Death is an ocean keeping us apart
His love is a vessel
flowing through my heart
It takes me on a journey
guided by the stars
sailing an ocean to be where you are
We'll eat from the garden
sharing our first meal
Hand in hand we'll stroll the meadows
they call, the Elysian Fields
Love has more power than any living thing
we've gone to a better place
where the angels dance and sing

J. L. Raymond

Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas

The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone

Harriet Beecher Stowe

When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced
Live you life in a manner so that when you die
The world cries and you rejoice

Native American Proverb

Though lovers be lost, love shall not
And death shall have no dominion

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